~Jennifer Yane
I turn 45 today and the above picture was taken 27 years ago when I was just 18. Back then I was a lot smarter, or at least I thought I was. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell 18 year old Phillip that he's an idiot, and I'm sure that there are many who share that desire.
As I approached my 45th birthday I started to wonder why in the heck we celebrate birthday's anyway. I suppose that when you're young and yearn to be older it's just another step in what you consider to be the the right direction. But with every passing year it becomes less of a celebration, for me anyway, and more of a reminder that I'm not young anymore.
I've already decided what I want for my 46th and subsequent birthday's, and that's to forget that it's my birthday and that I'm a year older. Of course, as several people have pointed out to me today, getting older is better than the alternative, but it still sucks. Maybe I should just consider myself 18 with 27 years of experience.
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